The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-09-23
"My First Appearance on New
York Soil"
THE YOUTH FROM SAG HARBOR.
Initiated into the Many Mysteries of
Life in "Quite a Large
Town"

stepped from the Brooklyn brldg
shortly after s O'Clock the other morn.
ing and planted himself firmly on thu
sidewalk.
"This," he said to a turgid and bat
tered looking policeman who stood neal
by, lis my first appearance on New
York soil, and 1 propose to make the
little ole village hum"
A look of vulpine cunning spread it.
self over the time-worn face of the
policeman, and he turned his shrewd
and hawk eye upon the arrival and
gently heaved sigh. The wind roared
under the labyrinthic pillars of the ele-
waited road and Kissed sharply through
the wires overhead; a shutter slammed
in the distance and man who had been
knocked down by a brewery wagon
raised his voice in shrill apology to the
driver, who regarded his plea with sui
len disdain. Otherwise the town was as
usual. The vendors howied, the cars
rumbled noisily, and the human mill
race rushed along Park Row. The
policeman finished his inspection of the
stranger and turned away. Perhaps
the stranger thought the policeman
would say something in answer to his
remark. Not SO. The New York
policeman stares, but he doesn't talk.
A gentle smile illumined his features
and he stepped with an air of genial
bonhomie into the throng. He was
rushed violently against one of the stone
abutments of the bridge, pushed out of
the way by one of the athletic apple
women aud thrust into the street by a
hundred elbows that ratified against his
ribs like to many trip hammers. Then
he took to his heels and sped across
Park Row into City Hall Park. An IN
concerned and imperturable gentleman
in a short-tailed coat sat on a fire plug
near the gutter and welcomed the
stranger with a large metropolitan
smile.
Just arrived?" he asked pleasantly,
as he arose from the plug and nodded
to the young man who had come from
Sag Harbor.
well, yes," said the newcomer, in
rather an agitated voice, but pleasantly,
II just got in town; thought l would
look around a little and see what it is
like
1T is quite a large town" said the
Fourth Warder, sententiously.
Yes" said the other, trying to catch
there's good barber shop?"
do |? Come wild me-" said the
other, instantly. He led the way with
an easy, louDging gait down Chambers
Street, around three or four corners and
finally steered his . charge into the
baTbor shop of cheap east side hotel.
"ChimmIe," he said to the head bar
Der, 81 want to interduce a pertickler
frien' of mine from Sag Harbor by the
name of Wilson"
The foreman of the barber shop, who
was inspecting mole on the tip of his
chin, desisted for moment, nodded to
Mr.. Wilson, and said with the inbred
polish of men of his craft:
"How are they down in Sag?"
pretty well, thank you."
What der y wantP A shaver"
"If you please"
"Weil den, git inter de chair"
Mr.. Wilson did as directed. A cloth
was whiskeG around his neck and
tucked into his collar so tight that his
face instantly turned the color of boiled
lobster and he was shaved with startling
rapidity. His new found friend sat on
the arm OF an adjoining chair and
watched the operation with degree of
approaching awe. At times
he would give vent to his feelings by
long drawn sigh of admiration, and re
quest Mr.. Wilson to git onto dem up
strokes of Chimmie's," or ''to cast his
eye for minute onto dat dar back
handed motion of d. razor under d
hni hot 4 f0r n
gentleman being shaved to follow the
motion of the razor with his eye un-
aided by mirror, Mr.. Wilson did not
to follow out any of these direc
tons, but shut his eyes tight and gasped
for breath during temporary lulls. Then
the barber tapped him gently on the
back of the ear with his razor and said
"Siddup."
He sat up.
Now" said the barber oracularly,
"Y' gifts yer hair cut?'
No, thanks, :" said Mr.. Wilson, "it's
short enough"
What, you amt goin' to get it cut?"
the friend on the arm of the
chair, incredulously.
mo"
why, Wilse?" he said argumenta-
lively. Don't make any such brake as
dat. 1t hurts me in my heart to see a
frien' of mine miss good ting. CHM
mie kin cut dat hair of yours in a way
dat'n made all Sag Harbor happy. You
don't mean it, Wiser"
"Well, all the same, 1 won't have it
cut" said the other, doggedly.
"Oh, you won't Ell 2"
mo, l won't"
why won't yer?,
Because I won't"
Oats all right" said the old friend,
deprecatingly. You needn't git your
back up about it. If y don't wanter
take dead level tip from frien', why
don't; OATS ALL"
During this colloquy the barber stood
off with an air OF panied and wondering
When it was over he
looked thoughtfully into the mirror
moment, put away his razor and other
toys, and said simply:
81 guess yer frien' had better attend {
his own hair, Scutty. l kin stand
good deal in this vale of sin and sorrow,
an 1 wouldn't allow every body to insult
me in me own shop, buff dis here party
is fr1en' of your4, it's all right; ne kin
pay his so cents and git out"
The magnanimIty of this proposal was
so evident that Mr.. Wilson paid it and
left at once, while his friend walked
along at his side, looking mournfully at